Political Love

Crying purple,
softly touch.
its two hours to darkness still.

skipped all other goodbyes,
I’m no good at that,
too busy people never miss a thing.

And it feels like a champion,
late in the day.
bridges drown and governments
take a break….

they pack new excuses
and airdrop them now.
okay…. take rest before you wake.

love is an expression,
your computer calculates.
love is an investment,
all bonds and share….

love is academic,
some learn and some teach.
okay … take a test and see if it’s there.

crying purple,
softly touch.
its two hours for the day to break.

don’t you see baby, I’m in
political love with you.
too clever people always play it safe.

people practice passion,
with nukes under their bed.
hurricanes, earthshakes
and lost remote control…..

some wear glass eyes,
wear media, those who say they care.
okay…. see it all before you’re old.

Well, I try avoiding poetry here, not because it looks gay, but somehow it does not go with my blog, I think. A serious reader has to mostly wade through a gamut of ridiculous possibilities and might even come out with a bunch of freaked out interpretations of each paragraph. Sometimes lines don’t even rhyme and this really piss people off. But I did place it here as it deals with some awfully cool stuff. Stuff like how our personal lives have been globalized and how materialization has invaded our souls.  Everything sells. Even tips on how to look into the eyes of a lady. This is social globalization. Information sharing has unknowingly made us victims of passion outsourcing. We get to use and replicate something intangible, that someone else of no relation to us was born with.

I really don’t feel like writing meanings here. But if somebody does give a crap, please let me know, I will explain in comments or something.

The Physics of God

Often I wonder why God still exists. Shouldn’t reason and knowledge that we boast of today have long before made the existence of God far less obvious to us? I mean, let us have a picture of our universe, now, where does God fits in ? No telescope has ever found a heaven. The concept of  The God being a human lookalike who roams around freely in space and has an offspring is nothing more than an aesthetically appealing art form or a hilarious joke today. The necessity of the  existence of  God is often traced back to the creation of the universe, the question being, if there was no God, who created this universe?.

Celebrated physicist Stephen Hawking, who had made abstract physics concepts blonde friendly through his popular science books began his famous “A Brief History of Time” with

A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: “What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise.” The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, “What is the tortoise standing on.” “You’re very clever, young man, very clever,” said the old lady. “But it’s turtles all the way down!”

A similar path of arguments would lead us into pondering over who created him who created our universe. So it’s turtles all the way down here too.

If we consider Him to be an omnipresent non-entity, He must be similar to the all pervading weightless medium, ether, which kept our 19th century physicists so awfully obsessed.  Its a very funny situation  here, because in this case we need to have a God Who is growing. Well, at least since our universe is expanding and God might not consider it healthy to become less dense in order to remain omnipresent, so, He too must grow! And this concept of a growing God is neither quite favorable to entropy decrease nor in compliance with any known conservation laws. (Not even our medieval ancestors would have liked it. )

I also do have questions regarding God’s communication interface with the human. How do our prayers reach the God. An omnipresent audio signal receptor (or an omnipresent SQUID like instrument to decipher silent prayers) attached to a language processing and interpretation unit which also retains the source spacetime co-ordinates, is  not quite gullible a concept. The next point of introspection is how does God exercise His control over us?  Making way for some rationality we can rule out abstract figments of imagination that our revered holy texts would ask us to believe in. If  God interacts, it has to be at a very fundamental level, through the elementary particles. Well, that might even lead us to a fifth fundamental force, the God force. Also, in that case, The Almighty is sure to punish me for denying his existence by making his God-particles interact with  my body particles, as the High Energy Physicists would sit by drawing the Feynman diagrams of the interaction process.  Long after my demise, when their tumultuous financial situation would get salvaged, those High Energy Physicists would even build a Large Godron Collider.

Bad query processing example of an overloaded server with non upgradable, limited back-end processes

Strong egocentric nature of human beings have made the God, (they have so carefully developed over millenniums)  highly biased, in spite of his supposedly ideal sense of justice. He only favors good over evil in the context which man and his society deems fit. We set our own moral parameters and assume it to have naturally descended upon us by the  divine providence. And we also automatically believe without any arguments that along with the human cultural and political evolution, God’s sense of justice has kept changing over the time and from country to country.  There are places  in today’s world where rape and subsequent public flogging of the victim is a social practice while at other places skipping a ‘thank you’ is comparable to a crime. And apparently its our God has made these rules up and is constantly moral policing us on that basis.  Isn’t it ridiculous.  Couldn’t it be so that God’s sense of justice is just the same as when He was created 1000s of years ago. And there is no provision for punishing a bank robber today because there were no banks back in those days ans so no laws laid down for its robbing. I mean, do we really expect our fabled God to be maintaining a log of  our sins according to our user defined protocols. Throughout the infinite space of the universe there are gas clouds of nascent stars, billions and billions time larger in size  than us, possessed with the power of gravitational force, rampantly creating havoc. There are massive supernovae explosions, the all engulfing black holes, destruction and creation in scales so enormously huge that it won’t make the slightest difference if we remain religiously obedient or  our planet succumbs to a red giant  Sun.  Our  being intelligent is not a cause powerful enough to reserve God’s special attention for us because we are insignificantly microscopic and hardly contribute to the cosmos at any dimensions.

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Being a religious and conservative person myself, I can’t convince myself into losing my faith in God. But I rather see God as a source of my completeness, an institution within myself. She is my friend and motherlike to me. I rather love Her than worship Her and imagine Her than believe in her. And that’s what keeps reason and all allied disbelief away from us.  Throughout time, the concept of God and the fear of God has kept order in the society and sustained the civilization. Its for the same reason that although we don’t carry stone weapons with us any longer we bear the very same God in our minds that our ancestors had invented, in the ‘beginning of time’.

The French revolution next door

22 March 2009 has been inscribed into the history of Indian Institutes of Technology by its moniker, the Black Sunday. It was the day we mourned and hesitated not a single time to bring about blatant display of anguish and defiance and warn the apathetic authorities of our solidarity, care, grit and prowess. It was not a mere outburst of emotions of the sudden loss of a friend, but the consequences of accumulation of resentment piling over years.

It was the day people questioned the rampant totalitarianism, challenged the long brewing apathy and corruption and demanded justice for the sake of humanity. The agitation that resulted was not left uncurbed. Rapid Action Force and police were called in immediately to deal with the ‘mob’ of unarmed protestants which also had a large number of girls. But, the presence of some morally sane persons amongst the authority prevented any considerable manhandling.

By the dusk, the director suffered broken glass panes, an inverted car and a defaced garden, with around 2000 students disturbing the tranquility of a nice evening by ensuring their presence in the premises. Above all he was constantly being pressed to bid his dream job goodbye and the adherents showed no signs of being gullible enough to be fooled by the several attempts of false gimmicks.

As with every other IIT incident, it was also ensured this time that press doesn’t make its way into the mayhem, but eventually with the student agility and enthusiasm, it did.

It would also have been better if the media cared to cover the facilities and condition of the infamous B. C. Roy hospital, which is supposed to be the sole health hope of over thousands of inmates or students, if they care to consider us thus. Around a couple of years back a first year boy died there for the lack of a very basic commodity that even rural health centers boast of.

The open house meeting that was organized at 10:00 p.m. spanned roughly till around 11:30 p.m.  and made the scenario perfectly clear to the authorities. It is supposed to be an open forum where the who’s who face the general junta to openly discuss their grievances and answer their queries. The air was heavy with widespread resentment as the giants who chaired the meeting were belittled by a record crowd of4000 students, all riled up and charged. The irrepressible wrath was being aggravated by callous and often reprehensible statements and loose answers from time to time. All doses of pacifism were rebuked and in turn led to widespread chaos. A sudden and disguised exit of the authority personnel was the only way out.

A few top notch personnel at the open house meeting. Body language speaks.

Later that night, it was officially decided that the day next would be a no working day and at 7:00 p.m. in the evening a candle light vigil would be conducted to remember the deceased.

The next day, Monday, the institute was as deserted as the day before. Though some sporadic incidents of class attendance has been reported. Even a dog was found having his day out in front of the training and placement section. The student’s cause was gaining silent support from various quarters of the professors and staffs, right from the non-teaching institute staffs to the mess workers. People could be heard discussing the day before, its culminating causes and its repercussions throughout the academic complex and outside.

At the destination of the candle light vigil

Meanwhile some attempts were being made to prevent students from having any further opportunity to unite.  The  British divide and rule policy has become such a household stuff today. It was found important to call off the candle light vigil on the grounds of possible violence and fire break out. Some were reportedly threatened not to join others were kept from spreading the information about the march and the local area network was also disconnected.  The PAN loop non-final years had similar complaints. By 6:00p.m. it was clearly evident that all such attempts would go futile as students and staffs joined the vigil in large number blowing severely to the face of the deluding authority and its vicious followers. The mammoth turn out of the peaceful mourners starting from Technology students gymkhana and heading slowly towards the Main academic building was something KGP had never dreamt of witnessing before. The vigil concluded with a 2 minute silence period to pray for the soul of the victim of institutional felony.

The lighted up Bidhan Chowk after the candle light march, an event to remember.

The message is loud and clear. The days of receiving are over, the masses are disgruntled and have forsaken their shroud of awe and indifference. Its the French revolution knocking at the doors, Europe will never be the same again.

Media alone triumph

In a modern society everybody should have the right to afford media. Media can make and break. Media is beyond evaluation and interrogation. Understanding that all that media cover is all that had happened and not the vice-verse is the secret to the happiness of a responsible democracy. Media is meant for pure consumption. It protects a very feeble chord of the trust of the society but unlike the human backbone, it shows.